• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Work Song - Dion
• Work Song - Caroline's Spine
• Work Song - Terry Callier
• Work Song - Roland Bowman
• Work Song - Ana Popovic
• Work Song - Corbin & Hanner
• Work Song - Oscar Brown Jr.
• Work Song - Nina Simone
• Work Song - Willard Grant Conspiracy
• Work Song - Fallulah
• Work Song - Nellie McKay

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime Lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
working and working
but I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
well reckon that ought to get it
been
workin' and workin'
been
workin' and slavin'
workin' and workin'

Yeah!
It's another early morning,
sun came up without no warning.
Never do-a nothing till I'm showered and clean.
Got my pager, got my cuffs,
a matching tie should be enough,
I never leave my house without-a something to eat.
Early riser by genetic,
take the stairs 'cause I'm athletic.
Always at the office before anyone else.
I take my faxes to be copied,
grab a donut, grab some coffee,
picture my diploma sitting on my shelf.
And the monotony is killing me and I, try, to deny,
this corporate labotomy. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I need a suit of armor for a meeting,
knowing I'm gonna take a beating.
Understaffed and my department's in a crunch.
Budget has become a hassle,
boss is ripping me a new asshole,
says he wants an answer on his desk before lunch.
Afternoon things don't look better,
phone machine is breaking records,
500 messages from who knows where.
Staying late 'cause I'm a beginner,
call my girlfriend cancel dinner,
says she thinks I'm having an office affair. Yeah! Yeah!
The end of the day, there's no solution,
Faster traffic and pollution,
put a smille on my face, I didn't get fired.
That can only clear my head,
I grab a drink, fall into bed,
40 more years until I get to retire. Oh, oh!
'Cause the monotony is killing me and I, try to deny,

Oscar Brown jr, Nat Adderley
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well I reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime Lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing?)
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well I reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "Lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well I reckon that ought to get it
Been
Working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well I reckon that ought to get it
Been
Workin' and workin'
Been
Workin' and slavin'
Workin' and workin'

You gotta have a Work Song. A song to help you make it Through the day.
You gotta have a Work Song. A song we can sing along while we work and pray.
You gotta have a Work Song. A song so that Jesus can help you find a way.
We've made up our mind. We're gomma make it work this time.
May the good lord hear us singing through the day.
You gotta have a Love Song.
So you can walk through the fields and the valleys, hills and plains,
You gotta have a Love Song.
A song to make you feel good when it rains.
You gotta have a Love Song.
When your laughing and crying and livin' and feelin'no pain.
Cause the Love Jesus gave. You and I we will be saved.
And the promise that he made wont be in vain.
chorous
When the cold cold winter wind blows through my soul.
I remember how he died on Gallilee.
To live and die for Jesus is my only goal.
All I ask is that you pray for me.
You gotta have a praise song.
A song to make you jump, shout and sing.
You gotta have a praise song.
Let the good times roll, Lord let the church bells ring.
You gotta have a Praise song.
A song to fly like a Angel on the wing.
Cause the Love that Jesus gave.
You and I we will be saved.

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang?
Breaking rocks and serving my time
? Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
? Because they done convicted me of crime?
Hold it steady right there while I hit it?
Well I reckon that I'm ought to get it?
Been working and working
? But I still got so terribly far to go
I committed crime lord I needed?
Crime of being hungry and poor?
I left the grocery store man breathing?
When they caught me robbing his store?
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
? Well I reckon that I'm gonna to get it
? Been working and working?
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey baby?
Gonna break this chain off to run?
Gonna lay down somewhere shady?
Lord sure it's hot in the sun?
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
? Well I reckon that I'm gonna get it?
Been workin' and workin'?

Well it's Monday seven o'clock in the morning
Drink my coffee hurry up got to got to got to get to work on time
Hear the whistle whoop whoop whoop whoop
And the train goin' down the track see you later hurry back
Out of my way hey got to get to work on time
Got to get to work on time
I got to hustle oh my muscles gettin' big
Ain't it hot hot sweatin' like a pig
Got to hurry scurry got to get to work on time
I got to go pack a lunch workin' overtime
After taxes taxes barely make a dime
Punch a clock can't talk got to get to work on time
Got to get to work on time
Friday I'll pick up my baby we'll go out on the town yeah
Sunday drive in the country no one else around
Well it's Monday seven o'clock...
[ guitar ]
Hear the foreman get it movin' get the lead out
Monday mornin' head hurts wish he wouldn't shout
But yes sir yes bos got to get to work on time
Hear the whistle whoop whoop...
I got to hustle...

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing? )
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been workin’ and workin’
Been workin’ and slavin’
An’ workin’ and workin’

Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I committed crime Lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man breathing
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well, reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream Lordy, no!
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well, reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
I'm gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord, I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well, reckon that ought to get it
Been workin' and workin'
Been workin' and slavin'
An' workin' and workin'

There is a stone
And 100 yards away
There is a rock
There is a house
And on the other side
There is a stream
Where we cool our feet
When we get home
(Chorus:)
When we get home
Home from work
When we get home from work
Victorville
Seems so far away
Out on the edge
Of the Mojave
We light a fire
With tumble weeds
Cast out our shadows
Like Joshua trees
(Chorus)
Every night
At 10pm
We find a bed
Lay down our heads
The warm wind blows
Against the window shade
And we dream about
Moving away

You can play the lottery
I can use my hands for praying
I'm not sure what I believe
But we've got a lot of paying to do
Working in this tired row
Only thing we've got in common
Buy me out so I can go
I believe I'm made for something
Every day's a battle to get up
every day I put on a smile
And every day it wears off
Every day I feel like telling the same people to shut up
Oh, it's so tough to love
with no love
I feel so misunderstood
I guess that it's my curse in life
Hope that I can do some good
With all the tears I've never cried
Could you hold my heavy heart
Could you make it better soon?
Promise not to let it drop
I don't think I'll get a new
Every day's a battle to get up
every day I put on a smile
And every day it wears off
Every day I feel like telling the same people to shut up
Oh, it's so tough to love

Deliver the paper deliver the porn
Deliver the baker deliver the morn
A quiverin' jibberin' shiverin' mass
Of sunshine and good times that I have to pass
On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
A slave on the run still under the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
If you listen close you can hear the piss
Every day's another loss
Need the pay so please the boss
Through the sludge they mingle by the mile
Every worker looks ahead
Ah the kiddies must be fed
So they trudge along in single file
Joo ming boohaaooo
And you turn and you toil
And you burn and you boil
In the tourniquet coil
Of the white folks' soil
Spoilin' with a malaise worse than disses or dope
Wakin' up in a haze
With your wishes and hopes
And your poor little dreams
All wrapped up in burlap
That you carry around
For a sniff or a snack
Or a taste in your haste
To get right back on track
Outta whack with the pack
But acquiring the knack
Of ignoring the rustle
That quietly seethes
The hustle, the buy-it
The air that you breathe